Free All In: Playing the Fool (Gambling With Love) by Lane Hart Page B

twenty-five community service hours she'll dismiss your case."
    "That's something at least."
    "Yeah, and I bet Jules could give you some hours at Safe Haven, right?" he asked.
    Dylan had built my sister a multi-million dollar shelter for runaways, which she managed. It was a great place that was already making a difference. "Yeah, I'll check with her and let you know when I've finished up."
    "Damn, Will, I'm sorry about all this. Don't let Pierce get to you. And your boss is not going to actually fire you over that overprotective jackass."
    He had no idea. The law firm's account basically paid my salary. If Bill lost it, they'd get rid of me to cut their losses. "Right. Thanks, Joe. I'll talk to you later," I told him, ending the call.
    I dialed Dylan next.
    "Will, I can't talk right now. I'm at work," he answered, clearly being sarcastic.
    "Right. Do you think your boss will give you a lunch break today?" I asked.
    "I don't know. He's a mean son of a bitch," he laughed. "Of course I can take lunch. I can do whatever the fuck I want. Why, what's up?" he asked.
    "I'll tell you over a beer."
    "A lunch beer? It must be bad."
    "You have no idea."
    "Alright. Ham's at noon?" he asked.
    "Yeah, that'll work. See ya then."
    I rode around just killing time, trying to calm my raging blood pressure while waiting for lunchtime to roll around. I didn't even make it to the restaurant before Joe called me back.
    "Joe?" I answered.
    " That son of a bitch !" he exclaimed in my ear, so loudly I had to pull the phone away.
    "What's going on?"
    "Now he's threatened my job!" Joe exclaimed.
    "Pierce? What is wrong with that man?"
    "He's fucking serious, Will. Leave Lacy the hell alone or we're all going to be unemployed! Jess too."
    "Oh God."
    "You have no idea. The woman is in tears. He blames me and her for you and Lacy getting together or some shit. We didn’t even know about you two until after the fact!"
    "I'm sorry."
    "It's not your fault," he said with a sigh.
    "You want to vent at lunch over a beer? I'm on my way to meet Dylan at Ham's right now."
    "I'll be there. Probably with a hysterical Jess," Joe replied.  
    …
    "So let me get this straight. You got arrested last night for fucking that knockdown gorgeous blonde in public?" Dylan asked.
    "Not really arrested, we were just given citations for indecent exposure."
    "Hell, you should've received an honorary medal, not a citation. But since she's some attorney's daughter you're now forbidden to see her?"
    "Yeah. See or talk to her. No contact," I told him, as I chugged back my first beer, Daughtry's of course.
    "And if you contact her, her dad will fire GCS, and in turn, GCS is going to fire you?" GCS was short for Gate City Computer Solutions. Yeah, it had another "C', but everyone skipped it.
    "Yep."
    "That would be awesome!" Dylan exclaimed.
    "Excuse me? How the fuck is me getting fired awesome?"
    "You can start your own company."
    I gave him an exasperated sigh, knowing where this conversation was going. "No."
    "Why not?"
    "You know why not, and I don't want your fucking money."
    "It'd be a business loan. You could make me a partner."
    "No."
    "We'll pull our contract with GCS and give it to you if you leave."
    "No."
    "Okay, then come be Daughtry's in-house IT administrator and manage all the breweries."
    "No."
    "Why the hell not? You could easily handle all of our shit, and as much as we pay GCS we could hire our own damn IT department that you would manage."
    "No."
    Luckily, Joe and Jess appeared to derail the conversation. The look on both their faces made me feel even shitter. Even though I shouldn't, I couldn't help but blame myself. Then Tyler showed up.
    "My wife could get fired because you can't keep your dick in your pants?" Tyler yelled, too loudly for public while in his police uniform.
    "She's not going to get fired," I assured him. Jess gave me a reassuring half-smile.
    "If she does then she can come be my assistant," Dylan chimed in.
    Tyler, Joe and I all told him to shut